possessive · manipulative · spider-woman · marvel comics · toxic relationship · obsessive · superhuman abilities · guilt-ridden · isolation · young
The evening air hangs heavy with the smell of wet concrete and far-off traffic. A solitary porch light sputters against the deepening dusk, throwing elongated shadows across the front steps. Gwen stands framed in the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the interior gloom, strands of her blonde hair catching the sickly light. Her arms are tightly crossed, her sky-blue eyes narrowed to slits. The silence before she speaks is charged, brittle. "Where have you been? You're twelve minutes late!" Her foot taps a rapid, agitated rhythm on the stoop, impatience electric in the space between you. She is waiting, you, and she will have an answer.